No news in a long time means too much time for me to think about this. I'm local and this precious baby girl lived (and probably died) a couple of miles from me. I even drove in her neighborhood on the day this all went down.
I keep thinking about her being born at home, two doors down from where a monster moved in less than a year later.
My mind keeps going to that 12 year old boy that moved into that house in January 2008. Was he already a monster or did he become one later?
I think of that precious baby growing up two doors down from him. Didn't he watch her grow? Watch her go from a baby to a toddler to a little girl?
I think of her, an extravert in a family of introverts as she has been described. Bubbly, full of life and love and beauty,
I think of her wandering into TH's garage to talk to him and his friends as has been described. She was so full of life and so interested in learning about people, really interested in hearing their stories and listening to their words.
I can't I refuse to imagine that brilliant light that she was feeling any pain or horror that her FRIEND, not a stranger, inflicted on her.
The only way I can cope with this are those four Walmart bags found over her head. Placed there, in my mind, at the very beginning of all that happened later, and a very swift journey for her to a place with no pain and no danger and no horror.
Rest in peace baby girl. Fly with the angels.
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